Henderson's POV
After spending hours digging silver fragments from wounded flesh and stitching torn skin, my body felt like it might collapse. Every muscle ached from the strain of healing so many injured pack members.
The final warrior had left the medical wing, and I checked in with Lopez before sending her off to rest. Time had become meaningless during the endless stream of patients. All I knew was bone-deep exhaustion that made my limbs feel heavy as lead. I moved through the clinic, switching off equipment and tidying the treatment rooms Lopez had used. As I made my way toward the entrance, turning off lights as I went, my legs barely carried me forward.
Then his scent hit me.
"You look ready to drop."
I lifted my gaze and found my mate standing in the shadows of the reception area.
"Why are you here?" The words came out rougher than intended.
"Waiting for you. I expected you to finish earlier, but when I arrived, there were still warriors lined up for treatment."
